I hope this blog post finds you. I fear it may be intercepted. We are OK. Just scared. They are monitoring all diabetes-related blog activity and tracing all transmissions, so I must be brief.

The last 48 hours have been harrowing to say the least. Charlie and I have been on the run since receiving word that the "death panels" are rounding up all diabetics. I hope you are all OK. Safe houses have been set up. Obviously I cannot post locations or our safety will be compromised.

I am writing from a small Internet café in Morocco, disguised as a street musician. I have Charlie parked outside in a donkey costume, attached by a leash to a bike rack. They were hot on our trail yesterday in the Andean slopes as teams of Siberian sled-dogs closed in on us in an initiative rumored to run by domestic terrorist Bill Ayers.

Take precaution. The dogs are being trained to detect diabetics by smelling their breath. Keep antiseptic mouthwash with you at all times to throw off their scent. Also, if you are approached by a member of the death panel, remain calm. Let them see you eating a slice of cherry pie or a jelly donut. They'll just keep walking and won't bother with you. They don't know that you can eat sugar. We must use that misconception to our advantage.

If in public, mute all continuous glucose monitors and insulin pumps. The slightest beep could be deadly. If you mistakenly say aloud that you were so high, cover yourself by saying, "I mean at that Grateful Dead concert back in '78."

I must go now. Charlie can use a bowl of water. It's about 120 degrees in the shade here.

Godspeed.